The athletic woman fell back against the doorjamb, fighting to maintain control as her body's orgasmic reflexes too over. Janet couldn't resist stroki...ng her spurting cock with her left hand while she tried to hold the gun up with her right. "Ugh! No!" she pleaded as her thighs, wet from her running juices, spasmed together."What's wrong Little Sister?" Rick commanded again slowly walking towards her. "Cum again for me Little Sister."Janet screamed with the force of her orgasm as she slid down. Cody, on the other hand, stood at six feet even and weighed in at one hundred sixty pounds. Cody played baseball for his high school team and was beginning to develop some nice muscle tone. He too had blonde hair but it was buzzed close to his head. More of the athletic type, Cody would wear basketball shorts and some tee-shirt he found at PacSun. The two brothers, despite their different appearances, couldn't be closer.After baseball practice one Friday evening, Cody returned home to that his. .. I'll have so many memories of our time here... One of my favorites is the, what did you call it? Oh yes, the widow's walk. The small high balcony at the top of the house, where a sea captain's wife would pace and watch and wait for her husband to return... There's a certain elegance to the practice, don't you think? I think I'm going to take it up. My condo in California faces east. I'm going to find the exact great-circle path from my balcony to M.I.T., and I'm going to pace very morning. Despite her age, Anne had soft skin which aroused Trent as he laid on top of her. Full of energy, Trent unloaded on the blonde after he had a nice grip on her. Anne’s voice had run out so she now got by on louder breaths and gasps, sweaty blasting everywhere from her body. Anne felt like she was in the final round of a twelve round fight, if she was a boxer she could barely stand. Every thrust of Trent’s cock inside of her felt like a hook landing on her body, she could barely stand. The devil.